- It's really intense over there.

- Hmm...... When did the painting style of our Middle-earth team become so terrifying?

At the same moment, Washington Battlefield, another theater of operations.

The sprawling military base was eerily quiet in the distant roar of explosions — in the direction of Mu Gang's march, and he was as unstoppable as the Decepticons from the first Transformers movie. The heavy firepower points that could inflict damage on him either ate Zhan Lan's mental power impact or were remotely dropped by Zero, allowing him to brave the barrage rain of the garrison to advance towards his target.

They were over there, and on this side, it was Zhan Lan.

Consciousness is Zhan Lan, and flesh is shadow. She made her way through the heavily guarded military line, and all the American GIs in her path were either stared or blank-faced, lying or sitting, slumped at their posts.

The modern army is quite powerless in the face of spiritual powers.

Especially, a spiritual power who is no longer bound by the physical body and can completely free up his hands to fight.

An ambush appeared in Zhan Lan's observation - they were dragonborn warriors with some mental resistance, who could be confused, but the cost was not proportional to the benefit. And they were carrying sniper rifles and long-range heavy fire, advancing along the bunker, as if they were planning to go around to Zhan Lan's rear to try a sneak attack.

Very cute tactics.

As soon as the Shadow Eyebrow, who was holding the Moonlight Greatsword, moved, the air around him exploded as it was forcibly torn. The distance of hundreds of meters passed in an instant, and the sneak attack team that was lurking forward was blocked by her. The enhanced physiconess gave the sneak strike team the ability to raise their guns in a stressful manner, but the time remaining was not enough for them to pull the trigger.

The blue moonlight swept by.

The sword-wielding Shadow reached the rear of the team, and all the Dragonborn warriors were torn to pieces in the scattered moonlight.

They don't have time to react more – but the biochemical gas sacs buried in their bodies operate on their own. Colorless and odorless chemical poison gases silently burst outward. At the same moment, a whole column of long-range artillery that had locked on their vital signs roared in unison a kilometer away.

Interesting transformation, but not in line with the general style of the Dragonborn legions that the Reincarnators have encountered before. The direction of the reinforcement of the built-in biochemical poison gas is obviously that special operations are for human use, and are worthless against powerful behemoths or large-scale main battlefields. Then what is represented behind the scenes may be worth studying.

- Looks like I've come to the right place.

The telekinetic force surrounds Shadow's body. Even without them, the poison gas would not be able to penetrate the body's protective and toxin resistance due to its powerful immunity attributes. But yes, it's better than nothing. Zhan Lan still takes good care of this body and his own shadow.

And before the shelling arrived, a huge gap had already been cut by the moonlight sword above this semi-enclosed bunker!

The speed of the shell was so fast that it hit the target in less than a second after it was excited.

The speed of the shells was so slow that by the time the flames of the explosion exploded, Shadow was already close to a third of the way of the shelling position.

There were many obstacles along the way, and there were large numbers of soldiers. There were heavy fire points hidden on the inside of the pillbox. There are armored vehicles, there are tanks. There were even dragonborn warlocks who used a combination of spells to mix curses and energy rushes into the barrage that struck Zhan Lan.

- Okay.

Zhan Lan gave an evaluation.

The big sword in Shadow's hand glowed with blue moonlight.

High-level angelic light is injected into the sword body, and the attributes are transformed. In an instant, the blade of the sword was filled with pale blue light as if it were burning, and the shadow advancing against the barrage of artillery fire also raised the flaming greatsword above his head.

If Jiang Yu provided a pinched face, the humanoid is a flat-chested golden retriever girl with cyan eyes. Then Zhan Lan may also be interested in shouting 'ex-calibur!' at this moment. However, she was not, so all Shadow did was slash the sword in silence.

The moonlight surged.

Pale blue moonlight erupted from the sword's body, turning into a huge blue wave that advanced sharply forward in a cone shape.

Cannonballs and bullets melt in the waves, and spells disappear in the waves. Whether it's a soldier hiding in cover or armor, or a Dragonborn Warlock who spreads his defensive shield. All were ignited and burned in the fluctuations of the pale blue moonlight, and in a short and mournful wail, they were abraded by the moonlight until only a dry skeleton remained.

So, the battlefield calmed down again.

Zhan Lan and Shadow continued to move forward, pointing directly at the secret bunker that was the center of the base. They felt no emotion in their hearts as they passed the horrors of death, the wreckage of pain and fear that could be seen even when they were reduced to burning bones. Ying should be like this, but Zhan Lan is the same.

- They all say it's like a horror movie.

- Ah...... I don't think I'm any better.

Thoughts flowed through Zhan Lan's mind, and she apologized and politely blamed herself for her previous arrogance. Then he continued to walk forward in Shadow's silence.

The door to the bunker is cut, but it doesn't really need to be cut. The person in the control room just pressed the button, but she finally chose to cut it. And when she walked into the passage inside the bunker, what awaited her was a desperate resistance.

Unlike the outside, the inside of the bunker is mostly filled with unmodified human soldiers. They wore exoskeleton armor developed with reference to the structure of dragons, and used large-caliber guns filled with anti-biological materials to block Zhan Lan's steps. Their hearts were filled with fear and despair, but they remained at their last post.

Shadow kills them, it doesn't take three seconds.

But Zhan Lan was faster, and the vast spiritual power fell on the tentacles. And in the eyes of every resistant, it is the huge wrists and feet that appear out of thin air to attack them, and every stretched, huge sharp mouthpart is calling for death.

Iron will is useless, insufficient mental power attribute is insufficient, and creating miracles is usually just a joke in the face of absolute power. And Zhan Lan didn't kill them, he only temporarily deprived them of their sanity, how long they need to see a psychiatrist in the future is their own business, but at least they still have the option of 'later'.

Zhan Lan crossed them, and it took time, a second.

Keep going, go deeper. Shadow walked in a straight line roughly, whether it was a wall, a cable, or a gas line, and she slashed it all with her moonlight sword. And all the bunker garrisons who tried to resist were directly knocked down by the mental shock the moment they were captured by Zhan Lan.

They were fast, and it took less than half a minute to get from the entrance of the bunker to the core control room.

And half a minute, no matter how much the commander here deploys his troops, the result is in vain.

When the heavy metal barrier door was torn open by a white bare hand, the commander of the bunker stared at the doorway. He pressed the pistol he was carrying to his chin.

He pulled the trigger.

"Don't move."

He couldn't buckle it.

All the clerks and guards in the core control room, whether they want to escape or hide, or raise their guns to resist. The moment I heard the sound, or was touched by the sound waves, it was as if I had pressed the pause button, and the muscles of my whole body stiffened, and I couldn't even turn my eyes except for my heart, which was allowed to beat.

The dusty girl walked into the hall, her gaze swept into the hall.

All of them collapsed, and immediately began to snore soundly asleep. All the surveillance cameras and working electronics exploded. Even the tiny bugs hidden in the corners burst into ruined electric sparks.

Only the commander of the bunker was still standing, his hands not listening to him, and he naturally and without seeing the slightest sign of struggle, he put his gun down, even though his heart was trying to resist.

"I want to see Uncle Sam." A beautiful girl who came to visit rashly said what she needed.

Uncle Sam, an anthropomorphic image of Americaka. It's not a person who actually exists, it's just a referential symbol here.

The commander of the bunker pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Thank you for informing me." The inquiry was just polite, and no matter what he did, the answer was already known—the girl's gaze shifted, and an inconspicuous landline phone on her desk floated and automatically dialed a complicated number.

Hundreds of kilometers away, in a shelter inside a mountain. In front of a group of big people in suits and leather shoes, the phone kept ringing.

They looked at each other, and one of the younger ones seemed to want to volunteer. But in the end, it was the person with the highest status who answered the phone.

"I'm looking for Uncle Sam." The female voice on the other end of the phone was crisp and unfamiliar.

"I am."

"There's something you need to do."

The girl's form suddenly appeared in this secret room, where no stranger should have arrived. It was an illusion created by spiritual power, and a large part of this group of powerful people who were once powerful but were now ruled by exotic dragons subconsciously wanted to escape.

They can't. Because the psychic did not allow them to escape. Even if you are scared, you can't let the feces and urine flow together, because the mental power will control the brain and cerebellum, and the brain will control the muscles of the body, so as not to make the formal conversation too dirty.

"You say." Uncle Sam's face was slightly pale, even if he was as humble or arrogant as possible, he still subconsciously used honorifics.

And the girl has no opinion on this, just at her own pace, conveying her needs.

…………………………

'Peng ——! The last skeleton creeper, blasted open by the Thunder Giant's gun, died. And not long ago, the two high-level dragonborn gangs that were retrieved also turned into side plots and reward points into the purse of the reincarnation.

The battle is over.

The rest of the war zones also seem to be operating as usual.

Each companion was performing their duties in an orderly manner and did not need Jiang Yu's extra help.

He took Zhu Wen and tore open the mountain where the bone creeper base was located, and reached the top of the mountain. And at the moment when his toes touched the rock, Zhao Yingkong, who sneaked into the area controlled by the burning International Genetics Company, also got the information required by the side mission.

- [Complete the side quest and get 1 C-level side story, with 4000 reward points.] 】

The report of the Lord God arrived.

and accompanied by Zhu Wen's soft shout on his side.

"The Bad Luck is ......"

She didn't need to finish speaking.

The end of the mountain, the other side of the sea. Behemoth units have arrived.